Anyway, John Wayne Gacy waves at the little girl, who flaps her hand around by way of response while drawing her mother's attention to her new friend. Neither Mom Of Nora nor Dad Of Nora can see John Wayne Gacy. DUN! MON, amused, smiles, "What are you trying to do, scare your father?" Nora sort of half-grins in reply, but looks puzzled when she sees that John Wayne Gacy's no longer standing by the truck.

Night. The Family Of Nora cruises down a lonely two-lane highway, on their way home. DON's driving, MON's asleep in the passenger seat, and Nora's glancing out the side window just in time to spot John Wayne Gacy waving at her from the side of the road. "Look, Mom!" Nora cries. "The clown!" MON snaps her eyes open and blinks around for a bit, but Nora dejectedly notes, "You missed him." MON smiles distractedly as The Plaintive Yet Spooky Piano Of This Family Won't Be Enjoying Each Other's Company For Much Longer PING-PING-PING-PINGs and we cross-fade to...

...Nora's bedroom, later that evening. Just as she's about to drift off, the child hears rustling noises coming from outdoors through her open window and sits up in her bed to eye the massive clown-shaped shadow now appearing on her ceiling. She pads silently to her window to find John Wayne Gacy jingling his little clown bells at her on the lawn below. RUN, NORA, RUN! Unfortunately, Nora's just as insanely stupid as every other child we'll be meeting this evening, so she ignores me in favor of darting downstairs in her little preadolescent nightie to escort the pedophile serial killer right into her home! God, I hate kids. Nora clicks open the lock, swings wide the door, and takes John Wayne Gacy's hand in her own to ease him across the threshold and into...